Peter Gabriel: Scratch My Back

Peter Gabriel

Scratch My Back

2010

If I could buy the world a Coke, I’d take the money that I would use to buy the world a Coke and distribute as many copies possible of the new Peter Gabriel album, Scratch My Back, far and wide throughout the land. It is a spellbinding reimagining of eclectic songs spanning the past three decades and is achingly beautiful, emotionally raw and intense. It’s an album that works on many levels, ranging from the deceptively complex and elegant orchestral production to the both powerful and delicate qualities of Mr. Gabriel’s 60 year old voice.

Since 2010 is reliving the mid-eighties right now, it makes sense that the video king of 1987 would be the next in a long line of mass-homage, from Johnny Cash to Springsteen and Paul Simon. His innovative forty plus year career is studded with hits, controversy, landmarks and millions of sales. It is, however, precisely his diminished position in current popular consciousness that allows the leap directly to kinetic energy for the composer of Here Comes The Flood and Mercy Street.

Scratch My Back is a sterling choice of songs and feels like each has an intensely personal connection with Mr. Gabriel. It’s an album without guitars or drums, filtering songs that rely on these into strings and horns. There is a tension that runs through the disc that conjures the artist’s frustrating attempt to express the inexpressible. The songs are evocative, moving and dynamic, completely deconstructed from their original form and suspended in the bouquet of an orchestral chianti. The vocal delivery is emotive and passionate, both gritty and fragile, belting and subdued. The entire album hinges on the thematic and relevant, the meaningful and the unutterable. This is expressive music as high art. And it’s only half the story.

The interesting, nay, genius aspect of this idea will come later this year, when the artists tagged here pick up the gauntlet and choose their own Peter Gabriel song to cover. My mind spins considering who will do what song? Pick a slower piano driven one like Washing Of The Water and bring the guitars and drums? Will anyone be bold enough to touch the Passion album?

Even though the entire album feels like the jubilant slow motion finale of a triumphant marathon, it is sure to have its share of detractors. Some will find it dreary, the orchestral arrangements overwrought, melodramatic, unoriginal; essentially unable to breach short attention spans. There are some people who are unable to find beauty in sadness, or who believe that joy and minor keys are mutually exclusive. Lamentations about the absence of guitars, drums and originally penned source material miss the point. This is not an album of the three minute pop song, compressed and auto-tuned to false perfection, as illustrated by recent Grammy performers. This is an album about stripping away flesh and bone to distill the essence of a song’s spirit, absorbing, inhabiting and internalizing that essence to express something meaningful to the artist. It’s about the moment, and it’s Peter Gabriel’s moment, and it’s about time.

Brian S. Meurer